I struggled as I lifted up my numb body from the cold rough ground from which I lay. I felt stiff. Tired. My wings loosened as I opened my heavy eyelids. I didn't know where I was or where I had come ...

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I could barely get through the crowd of people. People were shoving me left and right. I was scared that my costume might rip in this rough pushing through of people. This is how conventions always ar...